Rubys' Random.

From Ajegunle to Banana Island, childbirth is accompanied with joy. In fact, you are told that you will forget all the stress pregnancy brought the minute you hold your “bundle of joy”. Bundle of joy for everyone? Place to place, elite or ordinary; post-partum depression is a subject Nigerians should be more aware of. The fact that pregnancy and childbirth complications are so numerous yet unspoken is something to be worried about. From shared stories of women who abandon their babies in the hospitals or dumpsites to untold tales of those who cannot carry or feed the child(ren) they labored to bear or even hear their voices, “For Maria- Ebun Pataki” sees you all. The movie tells the story of a family with a “bundle of joy” that sends both the family and viewers spiraling into a deep well of gloom. With a pretty “supportive” mother-in-law and an equally “supportive” husband, Aderinsola grapples with one of the complications of childbirth- postpartum depression. When the Mother-in-law ...

The sun pierced through the curtains and into my eyes; with the rays of the sun that filtered in the curtains creating blotches that made my white walls yellowish. I closed my eyes to get more sleep but my banging head left me with no option than to stand up. I sat up for a minute and put my legs down after another. That had to do with the WhatsApp message mummy had sent me weeks before about having a heart attack if I stood up immediately I woke up. I smiled at the thought of following to the letters the same broadcast messages I condemned. I looked into the mirror and my groggy body and tired from crying eyes stared back at me. The splash of the water on my face jolted me back into the reality of the excruciating headache and imminent hunger. ************************************************* The table was filled with paperwork for the Obudu student’s vacation I was preparing for. The madam project manager! I hail o…. Ted called out while passing through my makeshift offic...

Hello, Bye… Lol. No bye. Happy New Year. In February you think? I really don't understand how January strolled past so my new year begins now. I’m not back with a New Year resolution of updating this blog every time. Far from it. I actually do not see me doing that. Emabinu . So, how was 2018? Powerful? Draining? Tear jerking? Last year for me was quite amazing. Really amazing. One thing I did two years ago, after I returned from Maiduguri in December 2017 was put out my goals, howbeit vague to the world. All I can say is a lot worked for my good. Thinking of it now, I think the worst moment in 2018 was when I thought I had lost my then job. I was suspended indefinitely, because diplomacy doesn’t work every time ; and I thought it was over. Look at me today; without the same job, alive and kicking. One of the highlights of my year was getting admitted to University of Ibadan for my Masters. I had toyed with, yet, pushed going for my Masters since 201...

Hello lovelies, Its good to have something to write about today. After that post on Wednesday, I got more than 10 responses; some sharing experiences, some giving solidarity and some giving advice. I can't even explain how grateful I was to have got that number of responses. Thank you again. Have you seen butter fly? Lol. Is it even possible? I let my own butter fly! How? Today, I'm here with feedback. So yesterday, I had to talk with my then boo to keep in touch as usual. We spoke via video calls for about 30 minutes and it was a pure 30 minutes of fun and love. We decided to move to What's App to continue and the gist started going south. I had had enough of changing conversations when it started taking the sexual turn so I went "You see, I want to do all this with you too when I see you and I miss you so much I can't wait to jump into your arms but I can't do all this. I am a different breed and I am not going to try to fit into the world's...

Holla people... Its been a short while right... I know. Say welcome to the Princess. It's taking me a lot of confidence to  write about this topic. Hypocrite or nah... You see, I got introduced to sex without my permission. The sad rape. Yeah. Some people who know may just be hearing , actually seeing this for the first time. Two more followed and I didn't even know what to think about my situation. Some people thought I should be broken, sad, angry and all of those negative emotions. I think I was just more careful about life. Note that all rape episodes happened in late childhood. The last I faced happened when I was in university but he didn't pull through. In university, I met this amazing guy who I now think was dealing with a lot. He promised to deal with everyone that had ever touched me and wanted to help me forget my experiences. Guess how! By introducing me to better sex. I can't remember how that went but I know we broke up after a while. No. I'...

Hello there! Hope we all had good weekends. So I shared some pictures on Facebook and Instagram of me in a private jet. Yeah, I ball. Lol. Here's gist before the private jet gist. So I went for a work meeting last Tuesday at 10am. The first lasted for about three hours and the next started almost immediately. High level meeting kwanu .. The second meeting had me standing to write on a board. Facing the board with my back turned to everyone. At this point, it's important to state that I was wearing a shirt and trousers with komkom shoe. For phase one, I stood writing for about 3 hrs. This was the period my malfunction must have happened. Lunch break was at about 4:30pm and I strutted around like the latest beauty queen. Lol. I still didn't know there was a big problem behind me. Pun intended.  After lunch, I strutted back to the meeting hall with my problem trailing me. I needed to take some actions regarding previously discussed task. That required me to walk aroun...

Hello lovers, In the spirit of love, I thought to stop by here today. My 9-5 doesn't even show me love at all at all. Sighs and SMH. So we claim that lovers day (Valentine's) is the 14th of February every year and I get to wonder how we came about that. There are lots of stories on the internet about Saint Valentines' and his love: how he was imprisoned, how he was old, how he was young, how he was a she and plenty other balderdash. Like said, rubbish ni gbogbo e.  Lol. What's important is it's great that a day has been set apart to show love to people around you. Some people limit it to their lovers, some to family, others to anyone they deem fit. All right. More importantly, love needs to be spread around every single day of our lives. We live in a world where hatred is the new order. People killing each other just because tribe and religion... because they can. It hurts me and I feel it hurts you too. Love needs to be the language we speak. The religio...

The wind blew like it was angry and I thought there was something about the intensity it carried while blowing. I was on my way to my ancient tin city, Jos. It was early January and the temperature was as usual very low. I didn't realize I was cold till my lips shivered on its own. I felt my teeth clench too. I carefully draped the wool scarf I carried round me to avoid an asthmatic bout. Mararaba Ja'maa! The driver called out. The woman in front of me who made her not more than 10yrs old maid whom she called daughter sit on the floor of the vehicle alighted. I was so glad to see her go as all I wanted to do all along was give her a hot knock to reset her brain and probably, help take out the cold she felt as she was also shivering. I couldn't help but wonder how she treated the girl in secret. Maybe she treated her like my neighbor in Abuja, who beat her maid daily even without provocation. I mean, if you can't treat them well, why bother. The tired Plate...

Hello, I wanna rant. Ayam so hangry. Sum'n just appun rai now. Okay. Not right now. It's a build up of issues. Why do all these Yoruba aunties feel like they have shares in your life? What is their problem sef ? I have lots of Yoruba  aunties story but I am pissed off  today because one is currently doing a good job annoying me. I compiled a list of what I feel the average Yoruba  is. The Yoruba aunty is very expressive. She feels like she has shares in your life and when you aren't doing well according to her standards, she doesn't fail to express it in the ways best to her, most times, by  talking  shouting. They go as far as comparing 29years old you to their 5years old child who just passed her " drawing a heart"  exams. The Yoruba aunty is an average disrespectful human being expecting top notch respect from you. They always look like this. They can make mistakes. You can't. Half of them got married with their fi...

Hi.. How has your week been? So something happened in my compound that informed this line of thought and I thought to stop by and gist you. I live with family friends in a three bedroom flat that has two one room boys-quarter behind. Living in each flat are grown up men who can hardly care about anything and I don't like them for that. (Rolls eyes). When the pumping machine gets bad, we are left alone to repair even when it's just me at home. They never paid light bills and every other necessary bill. Due to that, PHCN always disconnected them. When they are disconnected, they connect back to the main house (us) illegally and when PHCN found out once, they disconnected the whole compound from their office and we didn't have light for about three weeks. They gave us the option of buying a new pole and wires to reconnect and separate us from them as we use Prepaid billing meter. That was running into hundreds of thousands and we didn't think it a good idea so it w...

Hello! It's been a beautiful week right.. So I read a post by one of my favorite bloggers, DANG, where she shared about an aunt blackmailing her to get married using her late mom. You can trust she didn't find it a bit funny. Her experience informed this post. I visited home (Lagos) some two weeks ago and a friend who I know is interested in me visited. To help his ministry, I hinted him on my parents being around and told him his ministry will scatter if he came with an empty hand. He came with a bottle of wine. We were gisting* when i heard my dad call out for him. Next thing I hear is ' May I meet you ', ' What do you do ' and so on and so forth.. (Rolls eyes and pout lips). Okay, I knew that was going to come up but I didn't expect it to be that brazen. Take a chill pill man. Here in Abuja, I live with family friends. They ask me directly and indirectly when I'm getting married because.. Biological clock is ticking away and nansense ....

Hello, (Covers face) I can't even believe I'm making an appearance here. I also can't help but think If I never stopped blogging, I would have been the new money mogul in town. Think Linda Ikeji. I got tired and didn't have a laptop or device to ease blogging so I gave up all, together. Anyway, I've realized the need to keep this for some reasons and I will be writing on everything I feel like and I can bet you'll love it. I must also say I'm sorry for betraying the trust some people who encouraged me had without even explaining why. Forgive me. I will be documenting life and living with everything in between. Deal is we have to resuscitate this together. I trust we will help me build this. Till thoughts are gathered, Happy new year. Thank you for being here. Meanwhile, I'm leaving you with a photo of me so you can love up on my eyes. Don't forget to leave a comment. Its your right and my joy.

Hi lovelies, This is late but it isn't too late to wish you a very wonderful new year filled with all you need to you. Enter the new year filled with hope. Believe you will get all you need. Have faith and go for it. Be the best you can be and.. Have a perfect year. I love you.

Hello Lovers, Good to be here. I should tell you that I always write with a smile on my face. I will be sharing with you my first major experience in the media world. It might be a long read but I promise it will be an interesting one. Here... Young me, fresh out of school, after being delayed by Nigeria school witches and wizard. (Still being delayed. Its safe to say I've spent six years now.) I was waiting for NYSC so I sat at home rotting away. My godfather decided to throw me into his office. Through that, I got into AIT Programmes department. There, I did nothing other than resume work at 9am, watch TV, go for lunch, and go home when I wish. That was the daily routine but that wasn't what I anticipated. After three months, I left empty headed. Nothing changed. A month later, I decided to try radio and I told him. Radio was more strict. I had to apply. I had no result so I was told to apply for IT. I did that and was given three months. I was placed on shift and the ...

Hi Lover, Its been ages. I missed you. Sincerely, I did miss you from the very bottom of my heart. I was out of base for almost four months. I was still trying to write but the last straw that broke the camels back was having my laptop crash. Jeez!!! It disorganized me. I couldn’t do anything.   The only option available for me was jumping into and around cyber-cafes. I tried once and it wasn’t a nice experience. Their server was low and everything kept disappearing. I just walked out before it got to me. Long story short. I'm back to base. Ive not done anything to the laptop but my files are irrecoverable. I intend to sell it. Better that way for me. For now, I will be writing in trickles and try to settle back to my “oshofree” work. I promise there will be no more disappearing act. I will take proper permission before doing that. Thanks for reading and please leave a comment. Its your right and my joy. Ciao.

Today, I celebrate a great man, Kehinde 'Kenny' Ogungbe. He is the boss of Kennis Music, founded in the year 1998. The company which is known as "Africa's No1 Record Label" has churned out many talk of the town DJs, Artistes and Producers including Sound Sultan, Essence, Sir Shina Peters, 2Face, Joe-El, Late Goldie Harvey, and many others. It is safe to say that a lot of stars today, passed through the molding hands of Kenny Ogungbe who is a star himself. He is also the General Manager of Raypower FM which is Nigerias' No1 Independent Radio. Of course, RayPower can be found in other countries. This man has done so well for the world at large, his country, himself and individuals. In this light, I want to say Happy Belated Birthday to my boss, mentor and friend, Kenny 'keke' Ogungbe and his brother. Enjoy sir. 

 Over-Rated Sex.  Last Sunday, I hanged out with some friends and I was told the story of a friend of theirs. He picked a lady from the road side and they were gisting. The gist led into the lady giving him a blow-job while he was driving. After the pleasure giving experience, the lady requested he pulled over so she can spit out the sperm in her mouth. Of course, he had to. At that point, they were on third mainland bridge, Lagos. He pulled over and the lady dived into the sea with his sperm in her mouth. That was all. Five months after, a budding young and rich business man had been reduced to nothing. There is also "Tales from Gwags". In fellowship then, we had a very brilliant guy who was dating a lady in the fellowship too. We only knew after the guy died. The guy who used to attend lectures religiously stopped attending and was always sleeping during lecture hours. He will only wake up after lecture ends. During weekends, he is very agile. His wei...

Last week, I went to see a family friend. They have a three year old daughter who is so smart and can be very naughty. While i was having a chat with her parents, we noticed *Sammy going in and coming out, rubbing something on her body whenever she entered. The following conversation ensued. Dad- Sammy, what are you rubbing on your body? Sammy- Daddy, why do you want to know? Its my body. Her dad who is very strict became hard on her and made it known through his voice. Daddy- Common, will you answer me? What are you rubbing on your body? Sammy- (now sober) Daddy, it is special cream. Mum- Special cream? Where are you getting it from? Did Aunty Ruby bring any special cream for you? Sammy- No mummy. The one we have at home is not good enough to make my body shine. Dad- That's not my business. Just tell me where you are getting special cream from. Sammy- (no answer) Mum- Come, lemme smell your hand. Sammy- Okay mummy. I need to wash it first. Dad-So it is sp...

I don't do news but i have to do this today. Some notable news agencies and blogs in Nigeria including  http://www.vanguardngr.com/2014/09/gunmen-rob-rape-frcn-training-school-students/ are reporting that students were raped in the last attack by robbers at FRCN training school in Shogunle, Lagos. You can read the detailed report on the site i made available. Unfortunately, that is false information. As a present student of the school, I can say with all boldness that truly, we were attacked by robbers at some minutes past 2am on Friday morning, no one was raped. That was the third time we were being attacked by robbers but that was the first time they were breaking into the female hostel. They broke into the first two rooms, collected phones and laptops and an iota of truth comes in where truly, a girl who is a sister to a prominent Lagosian was asked to strip. Obviously, she would have been raped but she was bold enough to dare the robbers by refusing to strip. When she refu...

'Lie down there'....Shawulu screamed. I laid down like a log, worn out and tired. I can't stand this pain again, Dear Lord, please, kill me. Unfortunately, death wouldn't come. I tried all I could but nothing worked. I felt Shawulus heavy body on mine. I turned my face and I saw the short black man. He just released his load into Amina while his friend was preparing to start. We were not only prisoners of war due to a non challant government; we were also sex slaves. 'Jesus'...I screamed as Shawulus' long unkempt finger dug into my flesh. He was pounding fast and he had been on for about three minutes. He did not look like he will climax soon. I was learning to use the 'I don't care' technique so I turned my face and saw a group of girls working. I caught Meinas' face with her already bulging stomach. A stream of tears ran down her face, with her eyes fixed on me. I did not know why she was cryinng. I made a mental note to as...